Rated: E · Poetry · Relationship · #2012701

A bad memory of someone

I once had a white runt cat,
I named her "Number Two,"
Because one morning I awoke,
My feet smeared with her poo,
A vile and repulsive scene,
Sickening through and through,
Yet this is the one memory that,
Reminds how I feel about you.



 
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